Same Lights, Different City
Another night, another city
Another girl, they're all so pretty ...
but she's a stranger
& I'm in danger
of being used ... & liking it ...
Then she killed me on the dance floor
she murdered with her movement
and I like being moved
There is no distinction,
a villain & a victim,
a needle hits the groove
& everybody starts to move
The roads roll on, the frequency gets low
there's noise on the signal so I will say it slow
I might be a stranger
& you might be in danger
of letting your heart feel this beat
and letting this beat move your feet ...
So we kill it on the dance floor,
we murder with our movement
We all like being moved
There is no distinction
we're villians & we're victims
but the needle hits the groove
And everybody starts to move.
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